“there are no soft rests here, no bird songs and Mother's yellow branches to swing me. only hideous lullabies and grotesque poems hung on the wind, everywhere. they swirl around as if dusts from mad city, and dirty smokes from factories, and i inhale all of them. like cannabis. i inhale it more often that i fancy mosquitoes and its bites as Mother's kiss, touch, a basketful of love.” PoemPoemsConfessionConfessional PoetryConfessionalConfessional LiteratureConfessional WritingConfessional PoemPoem Quote Book:Metamorphosis Source: Metamorphosis
“i hope so dearly i can find one. a bone that is as large as the city. as timeless as poems, and damned poets; a magic.” PoetryPoemPoetry QuotesPoetry QuoteConfessional PoetryConfessionalConfessional LiteratureConfessional WritingConfessional Poem Book:Metamorphosis Source: Metamorphosis
“I have waged this war against myself for many years. It was terrible, But now I am disarmed. [ opening lines, quoted in Jean Vanier's Finding Peace ]” Confessional PoemI Am Disarmed Author:Athenagoras of Constantinople
“well it’s almost noon and i've done nothing all day, all my great plans shot to hell, of getting up at 7 and writing 3 new poems 1 new story 5 letters of sending out submissions to 4 new magazines and making several phone calls all by noon – so i'll just keep drinking coffee and reading from the stack of books on my kitchen table and maybe i'll go catch a flick and maybe just maybe i'll get half as much done tomorrow.” Humorous QuotesApathy QuotesConfessional Poem Book:Junction City Source: Junction City